The Russian predator by Ra Sh Once again, there is blood on Neruda’s streets. Once again, there are those sickening images of mothers grieving for their sons, of families looking for their bread winners, of little girls picking blood splattered flowers, of airplanes bombing housing colonies. Once again, war photos will fill pages. One will get the Pulitzer prize. Many[Read More...]
Let us write poetry in memory of peace. Let us write poetry of love in times of war. Erasing the anger, the hate, let us sing love songs for skies without warplanes, horizons without clouds of mushrooms. Let us with love deluge, fill human hearts with hope for the war to end, an ability to transcend walls drawn by[Read More...]
The sunlight dazzles in the breeze sparkling its way through the window The rays of the sun touch my brow and embrace the body in full splendor The roses you loved, the magnolia you planted, the jasmine you potted The roses have withered, magnolia stands tall, the jasmine blooms in all its charm The breeze is slow, birds are silent,[Read More...]
Edward Curtin This year marks the seventieth anniversary of the theologian Paul Tillich’s famous book, The Courage to Be. Widely read in the days when an educated public read books, it is long forgotten. In it, Tillich surveys the history of anxiety and fear and their relation to courage, religious faith, and the meaning of …
Eight farmers have taken their own lives. The death certificate is crystal clear. It’s suicide not murder. The potatoes they have to sell in zero profit are in shopping trolley with a tip – top price tag. The wife of paanwala Ramu stands by roadside every night She tucks in some ragged clothes inside her bra to makes her breasts[Read More...]
Stretching far beyond the distant horizons is a mountain where trod the gods on their way to heaven, where mankind prayed for redemption, for a broader vision, for union with universal, infinite energies. The peaks tower snow white — stretch out an awning. Long ago, these were not there. The ranges birthed as two ancient land masses embraced. [Read More...]
A sword pierced my soul, the day I heard the calls For genocide against our Muslim nationals – What makes it still more chilling and sinister Is the loud silence of all those who matter. We who speak can say that silence speaks louder, It echoes in ears it reaches and further; It beats up a drum roll of tacit[Read More...]
Part One: inspired & freely adapted from a poem by the French lyric poet Paul Eluard On every door at every gate in every doorway on all the windows, mirrors of all the world I write your name. On every road with every step in the wide meander and the sand on the straight and narrow and around[Read More...]
They search from door to door. Asking questions shaped by hate and suspicion. They want to know how Christ entered those homes. Did he enter brandishing weapons that struck terror? Or did he wheedle his way into those homes? Using guile and deceit. They are brokers in the market place where power is sold to those, Who can pay the[Read More...]
I am a Muslim Woman And I am not for sale I sacrifice my life for freedom struggle I stand against the British rule I am Shaheen bagh I am the voice you are afraid of In kashmir, In Manipur I stand against the oppression I call out your name In Jamia, In Aligarh I am the history You want[Read More...]
